Chapter 101: Stand There and Let You Hit Me, I Lose If I Get Hurt
Entering the Tyrant Desert dungeon for the eighth time.
This time, Lin Moyu finally encountered desert fruits as he wished.
A hint of joy showed through his calm expression.
With desert fruits, he could max out his two skills.
If it was as he thought, skills could level up automatically after being maxed out.
Currently he was only 1% experience away from leveling up. If he waited until level 22 to train skills, he would have to train one more level.
"Desert fruits!"
"They’re divine items for training skills!"
"Haha, I can’t believe we encountered them."
Someone laughed loudly, about to run over and pick the desert fruits.
A skeleton suddenly appeared blocking his way.
Lin Moyu said sternly, "We agreed beforehand that the desert fruits belong to me. After I finish training my skills, the leftovers are yours."
They had indeed said this before entering the dungeon.
Someone was dissatisfied, "There are so many desert fruits, why should they all be yours?"
Lin Moyu looked at him coldly, "Say one more word and I’ll kick you out."
As the team leader, he had the right to kick people out.
If kicked from the team here, they would automatically leave the dungeon.
The mission would fail then.
The person immediately shut up, not daring to say another word.
But dissatisfaction could still be seen in his eyes.
Not just him, there were several others too.
Lin Moyu didn’t need to care about their thoughts. The skeleton warriors and mages had already guarded every cactus.
No one could steal his desert fruits.
Seeing the skeleton army, these people all closed their mouths.
As for what they would say after leaving the dungeon, Lin Moyu cared even less.
"Why is there wind suddenly?"
"This wind feels strange, a bit cold."
"It’s Lin Moyu’s skill."
Lin Moyu began using his skill.
Bone Armor repeatedly appeared on his body.
Each time it appeared, a cold wind blew out of nowhere.
Bit by bit, the surrounding temperature actually started to drop.
A chill came over everyone.
Level 1 Bone Armor only consumed 10 spirit power.
It leveled up very quickly.
At level 2, spirit power consumption increased to 20.
Lin Moyu ate desert fruits and repeatedly used Bone Armor, not needing to consider consumption at all.
Desert fruits were too amazing.
That’s why they were called divine items for skill training.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t be picked and stored.
And the chance of appearing was too low.
Everyone watched Lin Moyu eat one desert fruit after another, his skill constantly improving as he used it repeatedly.
They were all very envious.
But no one dared to make a move.
The skeleton army was no joke, and moreover Lin Moyu was the team leader.
Being kicked out of the dungeon directly would mean losing everything.
Some people’s eyes showed jealousy, and some even hatred, as if Lin Moyu had stolen something from them.
Lin Moyu ignored them. Whoever wanted to try stealing could go ahead and try.
Without needing to consider consumption, Bone Armor leveled up very quickly, reaching level 21 in just half an hour.
[Bone Armor (Level 21): Summons bones to form armor, providing 2100 constitution worth of defense for 5 minutes. This skill can also be used on others.]
At level 21, Bone Armor could provide 2100 constitution worth of defense.
Even without talent enhancement, this skill was extremely powerful.
A mage of the same level would only have around 300 constitution.
With equipment, at most 400-500 attributes.
But Bone Armor could provide 2100 defense.
Stronger than a mage’s shield, and it could even be cast on others.
If calculated with the 30x talent amplification:
Equivalent to 63,000 constitution worth of defense.
Lin Moyu felt that even if he stood there letting the Tyrant hit him, the Tyrant couldn’t break through his defense.
Lin Moyu thought that even without skeletons, as long as he had enough spirit power, he could face the Tyrant head-on.
Soul Fire’s damage was not low.
After finishing Bone Armor training, he moved on to training Slow Curse.
Crimson light flashed in patches, covering the yellow sand.
The curse buzzed like a voice from hell coming to the mortal world.
As the skill level increased, the red light grew stronger and covered a larger area.
Eventually, when Slow Curse was cast, it seemed to envelop the entire world in its range.
[Slow Curse (Level 21): Curses enemies within 105 meters, reducing their speed by 105% for 1 minute.]
After talent enhancement:
3150 meter range, 3150% speed reduction.
One curse could turn most enemies into slow motion.
And the range was huge, 3150 meters.
Even in army battles, this range could cover half the battlefield.
Lin Moyu tried casting Slow Curse into the sky.
With a buzz, the entire sky turned crimson.
As if the world was covered in a layer of bright red, terrifying to see.
To others, regardless of the skill’s effect, it was at least very scary.
Lin Moyu was very satisfied. Now only Corpse Explosion remained at level 3 among his skills.
But there was no way around that, he needed corpses to practice on.
There was about a third of the desert fruits left, around 60-70.
They were of no more use to Lin Moyu.
He picked three more, "You can split the rest. I’m going into the ant nest. Wait here, don’t come in."
Lin Moyu said this and entered the ant nest. Soon explosions rang out from inside.
Desert fruits could only be preserved for 5 minutes after picking.
Lin Moyu used these 5 minutes, not caring about consumption, to blast his way through the nest.
When his spirit power ran out he would eat one, then continue blasting.
Not letting any corpse go to waste.
The entire ant nest shook and rumbled non-stop.
Outside the ant nest, everyone heard Lin Moyu’s words and their faces lit up with joy.
They all rushed over, fighting for the desert fruits.
Desert fruits were divine items for skill training. Even one or two were enough to level up their skills once or twice.
The scene became extremely chaotic.
These people even started fighting over the desert fruits.
Lin Moyu didn’t bother with them at all.
He didn’t care what happened to these people.
They were just a bunch of clowns to him.
There was only a transaction relationship between them. He took money to carry them through the dungeon, nothing more.
The next day, Xia Xue and Zuo Mei left the dormitory together.
After one night together, their relationship had quickly grown closer, becoming able to talk about anything.
Zuo Mei didn’t talk much, but still much more than Lin Moyu.
At least Xia Xue could have normal conversations with her.
Unlike Lin Moyu, who could barely squeeze out a fart in half a day.
Zuo Mei was very curious about Lin Moyu, the national top scholar. Half their conversations revolved around him.
They ate breakfast in the cafeteria, Xia Xue’s treat.
Xia Xue offered generously, "I’ll cover your meal expenses from now on."
Wherever gold coins could be used, Miss Xia didn’t care.
Her family was rich, she could be willful.
After eating, the two headed to the university square.
The opening ceremony would be held there.
It was 8 AM, an hour before the ceremony.
Many students had already arrived.
People generally gathered by province.
When Xia Xue and Zuo Mei arrived, they saw Feng Xiu.
Feng Xiu wore a long robe with a sword on his back, looking handsome and extraordinary.
Xia Xue could tell at a glance that Feng Xiu also came from a very good family.
Such bearing couldn’t be cultivated casually.
Feng Xiu stood there, his aura on display, very eye-catching.
Many female students were looking at Feng Xiu, their eyes shining brightly.
"So handsome."
"A swordsman career, so cool."
"I think I’m falling in love."
The female students’ eyes were filled with hearts, but Feng Xiu paid no attention. He was long used to it.
Seeing Xia Xue and Zuo Mei, Feng Xiu walked over to greet them, "Hello."
Xia Xue also smiled, "You’re very popular."
Feng Xiu looked helpless. This issue also troubled him.
Changing the subject, "Have you seen Lin Moyu?"
Xia Xue shook her head, "No, that guy should come right?"
Feng Xiu looked into the distance, "He’ll definitely come."
Outside the Dungeon Hall, Lin Moyu and the others left the dungeon.
The last batch of people had been carried through.
It was now 8:30 AM, half an hour before the opening ceremony.
There was still time.
He checked his attributes and skills.
After finishing this round of dungeons, he had finally reached level 22.
As he thought, skills indeed leveled up along with his level.
Lin Moyu understood the characteristics of his career.
As long as skills were trained to the max level matching his own level, they would level up together when he leveled up.
This put him ahead of many careers.
He first turned in the missions at the mission center.
He exchanged all materials that could be exchanged for points.
After eight dungeon runs, all materials belonged to him alone, accumulating a large amount.
Just these materials exchanged for a full 10,000 points.
Each dungeon run cost 2500 points, so the materials alone recovered half the cost.
Plus the six times carrying people through the dungeon.
Lin Moyu gained about 240,000 points.
Now his points had reached 350,000.
Definitely in the wealthy class.
In Lin Moyu’s eyes, these points were still far from enough.
One intermediate skill scroll cost 80,000 points. 350,000 was only enough to buy 4.
4 intermediate skill scrolls was a drop in the bucket.
If bought with gold coins, it would be 10 million per scroll, an absurdly high price.
"It’s still early, need to find ways to earn more points."
Lin Moyu thought to himself as he left the Dungeon Hall and headed to the university square.
At the university square, most new students had arrived.
The opening ceremony was about to begin.
Xia Xue was getting anxious, "Why hasn’t that guy come yet?"
"Only 10 minutes left."
Feng Xiu suddenly looked in one direction, "He’s here."